shells

[Intro]
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't— jump out
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't tell
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't tell
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't— (This is a certified magscythe classic)

[Chorus]
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't— jump out
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't tell
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't tell
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't— (magscythe)

[Verse]
I got 12 tryin' watch on me
I keep twelve up in my mag
All these birds gon' flock to me
Fly as hell, can't go out sad
Get my fill, I'ma stack my chip
Treat that bitch like a QuikTrip
Way too ill, I'm way too sick
I punch in like I'm at the gym
Punch in, seeing pinks and blues
Conceal my carry, peek-a-boo
Burrberry shades done change my view
Step in yo city, they don't know you
Yo rent, house, all on my shoes
You a rat, mouse, watchin' my moves
Magscythe fucked my bitch again

[Chorus]
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't— jump out
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't tell
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't tell
Jump out, I'm gon' drop these shells
Racks came in, nah, I can't t— I can't t—

[Outro]
(magscythe for president)